Chrysalis

 
 
Chrysalis

It echoed oddly,
reverberating off the water
to swiftly drift on the breeze
the sound, the noise, the voice
a wavered siren song that
settled in the curtains
like some sickly sweet fragrance:
flowers just beginning to rot
in the simply too hot sun.

It was something for sure,
an odd fluttering at the edge
sepia wings almost transparent
and antenna that quivered as it
whispered "tainted-love" to my soul.
Hearing the words I suddenly spread
wide and colorful, glistening
in the light, my airy gossamer
yearning the first moment of flight.